Title: Eleanor’s Gift
Author: Isis Sousa
Genre: Gothic/Dark
Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal
Publisher: Tragic
Books
Release Date: Oct 30 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Illustrations: Characters and Ornaments Pencil Sketches
Blurb/Synopsis:
Eleanor’s Gift is a Gothic short story, adorned with black
and white illustrations and an atmosphere of darkness.
During the last days of autumn, a wave of strange happenings
creeps into Lord Welton’s life. It all starts when he brings the sole survivor
of a mysterious accident into his household. Soon people close to Lord Welton
begin to disappear and a tenebrous danger falls upon the one he loves the most.
Only strangers
The dawn cut through the mighty night. The sun’s rays tinted
the early day with slight hues of pink while the mountains and forest were
enthralled in mist. A carriage cut through the clearing, heading to Rivercrook.
It kept a slow pace, making it easy for the driver to study the road and its
surroundings, which were covered with branches and leaves. He observed the horse
and wheel tracks that led off the road in a bizarre pattern, and followed the
trail with his eyes; it went to the right and over the muddy cliff.
He stopped the horses, climbed down and knocked gently on
the carriage’s door.
“Lord Welton, pardon my interruption, but there is something
you may be interested in seeing.”
The window in the door opened from the inside and a pale man
in his mid-forties, with dark hair, long forehead and aquiline nose, looked
out.
“What is it that calls for our attention, Adrien?”
Adrien moved aside and pointed in the direction of the trail
and the cliff. Lord Welton’s eyes narrowed in on the scene and he opened the
carriage door. He jumped down and walked towards the cliff, studying the marks
in the muddy ground as he did so, astonished.
“Good gods of heaven and earth!”
Lord Welton hurried to the edge of the cliff and Adrien
followed with the same stupefaction. Both men looked down at the river some ten
metres below them. It was swollen due to the storm and its flow was potent and
agitated. The men spotted the upper part of the lost wagon; the roof was
compromised and what they could see of the door frame was empty, as if the
whole door had been torn away. As they looked further, they spotted the two
dead horses floating, bouncing in the water’s flow, still linked to the wagon
which was half-sunk into the bottom of the river.
“I doubt anyone could have survived… It seems to have
happened during that dreadful storm, sir.” Adrien lowered his head, took off
his hat and held it close to his chest.
Writing sucks. Period.
That's why I am an artist;
illustrator and graphic designer who writes in a hobby basis. Oh, wait...
That's not the "why"... I was born artist, and there is nothing I can
do to change it. But with all the imagination I have running lose, there came
some stories... And there came some books!
When I'm not doing artwork
and illustration for authors and bands, I'm doing woodcarving, painting
ornaments, painting artworks for myself, collaborating with other artists and
so on. Love Arts, History and Metal.
Oh, and summer is a bitch!
Always. Anywhere in the world.
Places to find Isis
Places to find Eleanor's Gift
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